The Microwishologist

"Where now? Who now? When now?" Gerald gasped as he regained consciousness. The last thing he remembered was having tea in his aunt's garden room. Suddenly, BAMM! Everything went dark. As soon as Gerald had asserted that he was, in fact, still alive, he began searching for clues. This, of course, was easier said than done. Gerald was blind. He couldn't quite recall when exactly he had gone blind, but he seemed to think that it had been quite some time ago. If you were to ask him, his response would probably have sounded something like this: "Oh, quite some time ago."


For the record, Gerald's aunt, whose name was Gertrude, was not really his aunt. For starters, she wasn't human. She was 1/2 Jinn and 1/2 Gnome. She had served many years as a microwishologist and was hoping to finally get inducted into the Jinn's Guild of Wishologists. But Gerald did not know that the microwishologist he thought was his aunt had actually caused his current situation.


As Gerald began trying to identify his surroundings, he became aware of another body lying close to his. He could tell by the curves that the body belonged to a female. The fact that there was no movement, save the slow and steady breathing, allowed Gerald to deduce that she was asleep. He'd like to ask her a few questions but hated the thought of awakening her.


Gerald continued his examination of his surroundings and was able to deduce the following facts: 1) He and the girl were in a mostly empty room with a single door locked from the outside. 2) The light swaying of the room indicated that they were either on a ship or in the middle of a storm.


Just then a light burst on to reveal the aunt who was not his aunt. She was accompanied by a group of odd looking creatures and all were dressed like they were heading to a Harry Potter convention. Gerald, ignoring the fact that he had previously been convinced that he was blind, stared incredulously at the aunt who was not his aunt and seemed to notice for the first time that she did not quite look human.


"Where now? Who now? When now? What in the name of Sam Hill is going on here?" Gerald shouted. One of the strange wizards stepped forward, turned to address the other wizards, and, ignoring Gerald's outburst, began to speak.


"We award the candidate seven points for successful granting of the wish, nine points for creativity and adaptability, and ten points for the ravishing young woman. Unfortunately the wisher must be made aware of the assignment prior to grantation. Disqualified."


Gerald's aunt who was not his aunt rushed forward. "But I did explain," she cried. "I even asked him to write a letter of consent." At this she produced a hand-written note and gave it to the wizard. After a brief examination, the wizard approached Gerald and handed him the note. It said this:

I, Gerald Miller, do hereby grant the lady microwishologist, Gertrude Harker, full access to my wishes and furthermore allow her to grant any wish of my choosing.

Gerald Miller

P.S. - I have short-term memory loss and will most likely not recall this note or it's contents.

Gerald studied the note a bit longer and then surveyed the room. The wizard snapped his fingers and the whole company disappeared leaving Gerald alone with the stirring young woman. And Gerald remembered, for the first time, where he was.